“Put my weapon shop out of business with ten thousand tons of scrap pig-iron?”
Up in his solid-gold flying chariot, twenty-year-old Chosen One Lei Zhen let out a sharp, barking laugh that echoed over the rioting square through his twenty crystal speakers.
Even though Young Master Jin and the cheated sect elders on the VIP balconies were screaming themselves hoarse for a refund, Lei Zhen wasn’t actually afraid of them. Why? Because for the past five years, his [Supreme Gacha-Weapon System]
had systematically confiscated and destroyed every high-rank forging blueprint, alchemy furnace, and array anvil across both Worlds #2 and #3!
“Stop shouting, Young Master Jin! And you down there in the apron—stop making a fool of yourself!”
Lei Zhen sneered, dropping the benevolent saint facade by half a degree as he gestured grandly toward the sky-bridges linking the twin planets.
“So what if the mass-produced R-Rank and SR-Rank swords have a lightweight composite core to save weight?” Lei Zhen shamelessly spun the fraud right on camera. “The power of a Gacha weapon doesn’t come from the metal—it comes from the [Sacred Gacha System Blueprint]
stamped onto the hilt! Without my System’s divine forging runes, no mortal blacksmith on the Twin Iron Worlds can forge a piece of iron above Rank 4! When the Corridor Void-Beasts or Black-Skull Pirates attack next month, what are you going to block their claws with—clay soup bowls?!”
